Plot Master

Pursed lips followed by a sigh of relief released as the slightest puff of visible breath in the cold, relentless rain. The sky was full of tears tonight, and the stars had turned away. A small marble fell into her hand and sputtered to life with dim blue light - a glow stone. It wasn’t much, but might save them both a twisted ankle or the awkward disgust of stepping on a fattened rat. Taking the lead, the maiden turned her back to NIGHT and tried to pull the paltry thing she called a cloak farther over her head for shelter. It offered little more than before. A glance was spared to see

“Whuh… what?” The small figure blinked, her smooth, delicate brow suddenly cross with confusion, either masterfully delivered or actually genuine. “N-no… you misunderstand,” she stammered water flooding down the front of her face, running in rivulets to drip off her nose and lips, or pooling in her folds of a hastily-tied cloak that failed to service its wearer. If she stood still long enough, maybe it would drown her, sparing NIGHT from her inconvenient request? “I am a Gemini,” she admitted, with strangely little hesitation and a disturbingly hefty dose of self-awareness. “But I am

The gentle press and clatter of stone on stone beneath slow-moving footfalls broke against the darkness. The figure moved, its arms by its sides, without any evidence of weapon or malicious intent. A cloak draped over her slight shoulders was too large and eagerly sought to swallow her frail form. The wind whistled through nearby streets setting off shrill shrieks like banshees sweeping out the gutters. Something drew NIGHT’s attention - a fleeting bit of movement at the edge of her peripheral vision. Were they not alone? Her gaze had drifted but an instant. It had been enough -

Few lights remained twinkling in the south quarter at such a late hour. Those that did were sparse and often served as safe harbour for lost souls with no other place to stay, offering pale solace against the terrors of the night. Even safe zones have their dangers. Bounded by a low, circular stone wall, roughly two feet high and the same across, the jet garden occupied the central space in an otherwise unremarkable plaza away from the main roads and paths of travel. The surrounding area was largely residential, dominated by tightly packed traditional Japanese minka, adapted to various

It was early evening, leaning towards twilight. The sun raced at its celestial pace towards an artificial horizon that was hard to see from the tightly packed streets of the Town of Beginnings. Darkness and the taint of long shadows had already swept over the city. Most of the NPCs were already closing up their shops, making ready to switch to their overnight activities. For some, that meant nothing more than vanishing until Cardinal called them back from nothingness to tend to their appointed tasks. The lucky few had homes or haunts to frequent. A handful were tasked to keep their shops